Dormitory
"208, 210..., 212. Here it is."
At the end of the not-too-long hallway, I found the room number assigned to me. The wheels of my suitcase let out a small squeak as they stopped. Next to the room number on the door were two small empty slots. Glancing around, every door had two slots like that. Probably for name tags. I'd come a few days early on purpose in a rush, so all the name slots were blank. Oh, right—there's the name tag tucked among all the papers I got. This must be where it goes. The one I'd picked up from the security office on the first floor fit perfectly when I held it up. I slid the tag reading Im Ha-yoon into the slot below the number 212. Staring at it made my heart pound even harder. The real feeling of independence. Tiny—no, huge—expectations for everything I planned to do from here on out. They swirled together, making my chest flutter and throb.
Stepping inside, a small dorm room greeted me with a bed and desk on each side. The building looked newly constructed, the furniture fresh and clean. The window by the desk had orange curtains pulled wide open, revealing an unobstructed view outside. I abandoned my suitcase by the entrance and scampered into the room. Cough—a stuffy dust smell hit me, like the window had been shut for ages. Which side had the screen? I picked the one that kept bugs out, and cool air rushed in from the back mountain. Being nighttime, the breeze felt chilly. After the sweaty climb up to the dorm at the top of the campus hill, it felt refreshing against my damp clothes.
Wait... something feels off. What is it? A vague sense that something was wrong, but I couldn't pinpoint it right away. The view. The scenery outside looked a bit strange. The ground of the open lot visible through the window was level with the floor of my room. To the left, the dorm building loomed large, casting deep shadows; to the right, the mountain stretched out, embracing the lot. "Isn't this the second floor?" The whole school was built into the mountain. No streetlights in the lot made it feel even more enclosed by the slopes. I'd noticed on the way up, but all the buildings were perched on steep inclines. The entrance was on the first floor, but the back side felt higher up. Pull back those curtains, and anyone outside could peer right in.
Huh... actually, that might be a good thing...? Imagining someone peeking in made my heart race faster. The fluttering in my chest felt oddly thrilling. Scanning the room, I saw the bathroom was right by the entrance, so one bed was partially hidden by it, but the other was fully visible from the door. Normally, you'd pick the hidden one, but for some reason, the exposed bed drew me in. Yeah, I've come this far—hiding in a corner would ruin the fun. I dragged the suitcase from the entrance and plopped it on the bed closer to the door. At a height where I didn't need to bend, I unzipped it fully and flung it open.
The suitcase was empty. Not by accident or mistake—I'd deliberately brought it bare. Clothes and books I'd need for school life? Shipped via delivery. Only the bare essentials in the suitcase—no, wait, I'd shipped everything. So right now, all I had on me was these wide pants, a light short-sleeved tee, and a baggy windbreaker hoodie over that. At most, a towel or two and toiletries. The packages would arrive the day after tomorrow at earliest. All this prep was for my hobby. Picking a university far from home, choosing an unpopular engineering major, faking the school notice to trick my parents into thinking I had to move into the dorm a week early, shipping all my clothes ahead to leave myself alone in the empty dorm for a few days. This was my little rebellion, years in the making.
I didn't know when other students would show up, so I might not get many days to savor it, but I'd made up my mind. At home, with parents always around and a bunch of siblings, I couldn't even watch porn freely. Too many people I knew nearby to step out without worry. I'm an adult now—a few days should be fine, right? Should I? Shouldn't I? Heart pounding, I placed a hand on my waistband. My fingers slipped slowly between pants and skin. Do it? Try it once? Yeah, let's do it.
Just then, a cool gust slipped through the curtains. The swaying fabric offered a clear view outside. Ugh, they'd see everything from out there. Face burning, I yanked the curtains shut. I wedged my fingers into my pants, creating a gap. Fingertips found the drawstring, tugged it up, then pulled. The loose knot I'd tied on purpose—in case movement loosened it naturally—finally gave way only under deliberate hands. My pants slid down easily below my waist. Sweat from the climb or not, a slick wetness that was definitely not sweat cooled between my thighs. A shiver ran through me, my hips twitching involuntarily.
Next, fingers into my panties, pushing them down past my hips. With nothing holding them, they dropped with a soft thud. "Haa..." Hot breath escaped. The air was still chilly, so I shrugged off the windbreaker. My body was too hot for it now. Grabbing the hem of my tee, I yanked it up over my head. A quick flick of my arms, and it was off. Slight dampness clung my hair into a messy tangle. Whatever—more important things first. Reaching back, I fumbled with my bra clasp. Clumsy fingers missed a few times, but I grunted through it and unhooked. "Ah..." Nothing left on my body. I'd seen my naked self plenty, but stripping in a non-bathroom space was a first. Siblings always around at home—no way to do this freely.
I'd finally done it. A strange satisfaction filled my chest. Should've tried this ages ago. A twinge of regret, but whatever—from now on, I'd indulge plenty. Comforting myself, I ran hands over my pale skin. Sweat from my heated body created a light friction between skin and fingers. Even that felt good. Fingertips trailed hot paths. Eventually, they brushed between my thighs. "Eut..." The lightest touch sent electric tingles from toes to scalp. Legs trembling, I stumbled back a few steps. My foot caught the bed behind me, stopping me. The jolt made a few clear drops splatter the floor.
Falling onto the bed would leave stains for sure. My roommate wouldn't show soon, but I didn't want to mark someone else's bed. "Haa..." Sighing, I forcibly lifted my hand, which kept drifting back down. I could finish here, but I wanted to try what I couldn't at home. Holding back would make it better. The crotch of my fallen panties was soaked dark. Ugh, can't wear those. Yeah, nothing else to wear—no choice. Excuses even I didn't believe, as I tossed them into the empty suitcase. Laundry bin for now.
Grabbing toiletries, I headed to the bathroom. The mirror reflected a woman wearing nothing. Late hour—shower and crash. ...Naked in bed. No one's here, so that's fine, right? Just the thought sent a drop of arousal trickling down my thigh. I could smell the sweet scent of my own breath. Heart hammering with strange anticipation. Careful not to overdo it, or it'd burst. To cool off, I doused myself in cold water.
I pressed a towel to my hair, squeezing out the water. Wiping down my curves soaked it quick. Only two towels? Might've been too stingy. Gotta dry 'em well for reuse. I hung it neatly on the folding rack in the corner without snags. ...Alright, all prepped. Even post-shower, no thought of clothes. Forgot pajamas? Nah—even if I had 'em, no intention of wearing any. Finally alone—absolutely not.
Flicking the light switch plunged the room into darkness. No light seeped through the curtains from outside; pitch black. Perfect solitude. My space, no siblings or parents. "Haa..." Freshly showered in cold water, but hot breath came right away. Legs slick again, despite toweling off. Perverted much? Getting this wet over nothing. Tiny steps to the bed, bare ass sinking into soft-yet-scratchy sheets. Parts that never touched before now fully pressed against it. Gingerly lying back, the rustle of fabric on bare skin registered from head to thighs, ass, back, shoulders, hair—utterly naked.
At home, siblings would've crawled under the covers. They'd scream if they saw me like this. But... no one's here. I can stroke my breasts like this, rest a hand on my pussy—no one to stop me. Ragged breaths cycled faster, choking me. Even that felt good. "Haaa..." Long exhale brought me back. Nipples stabbed sharper than I'd ever seen; pussy drenched like spilled soju, no dry fingers left. Should sleep... but don't wanna. Hand on chest drifted to nipples. Fingers on pussy inched deeper, deeper.
Just a little... just a bit. "Heut, hngh..." Moans slipped out unbidden. No need to stifle anymore. "Hng, uung..." Pinch too hard on the nipple—pain bloomed, morphing straight to pleasure. Labia throbbed in the other hand. I stroked from depths to clit in one go. Unprecedented ecstasy raced through me. "Eut, uh... hwaa, aa..." Again, one more time—repeating endlessly. Hands never stopped rubbing breasts, tweaking nipples. Hips bucked on their own. Fingers shifted angle, pleasure twisting anew. Delighted, both hands dove in—one to the tight hole, the other teasing the nub above.
My secret spot, never to be shown, fully exposed to the door. Anyone entering could see everything. If, if... someone opened the door... and came in... "Aaht, ah, ah, aaah, ng, ah, aaaaaaah!" White ass slapped the sheets. Trembling waist, nipples twitching at air alone, sheets utterly soaked. Feeling it all, I gently stroked the fading heat. Legs that had lifted quivered. Releasing tension left me languidly sprawled—good in a whole new way. Eyes fluttered shut for a moment—...